It’s funny how the roaring of the machine could have swallowed your words. I wished to ask you to speak up—-but was glad for the monster behind me. It hid the things I couldn’t bear to hear.
-Amongst the thunder of a very loud, industrial refridgerator; he spoke.
Peter.

This dream shall be a reality soon enough—
Monday May 5 @ 11:02pmNew York at Night (by JC Richardson)











